Lady Caroline Lamb's Poetry, by title

• A New Canto

  I'm sick of fame--I'm gorged with it--so full
  I almost could regret the happier hour

  217 lines
• After Many A Well-Fought Day

  After many a well-fought day,
  When with gen'rous ardour burning,

  24 lines
• Amidst The Flowers Rich And Gay

  Amidst the flowers rich and gay,
  That deck the fairy paths of pleasure,

  20 lines
• As The Flower Early Gathered

  As the flower early gathered, whilst fresh in its bloom,
  So was she whom I mourn for sent young to the tomb;

  12 lines, 1 comment
• By That Smile Which Made Me Blest

  By that smile which made me blest,
  And left me soon the wretch you see--

  24 lines
• Farewell

  "Farewell."
  Ah! frown not thus--nor turn from me,

  21 lines
• If A Dark Wretch E'er Stray'd

  If a dark wretch e'er stray'd,
  Worse than the first fell slayer,

  8 lines, 1 comment
• Let The Harp Be Mute Forever

  Let the harp be mute for ever,
  Rosa wakes no more the strain,

  16 lines, 1 comment
• Lines To Harriet Wilson

  Harriet Wilson, shall I tell thee where,
  Beside my being cleverer,

  22 lines
• Little Birds In Yonder Grove

  Little birds in yonder grove,
  Making nests, and making love,

  42 lines
• My Heart's Fit To Break

  My heart's fit to break, yet no tear fills my eye,
  As I gaze on the moon, and the clouds that flit by;

  8 lines
• Sing Not For Others But For Me

  Sing not for others but for me,
  In ev'ry thought, in ev'ry strain,

  18 lines
• Sir Henry De Vaux

  Sir Henry De Vaux came across the sea,
  To visit his native clime;

  32 lines
• The Kiss That's On Thy Lip Impressed

  \DUET\
  Gentleman.

  25 lines
• This Heart Has Never Stoop'd Its Pride

  This heart has never stoop'd its pride
  To slavish love, or woman's wile;

  16 lines
• Thou Wouldst Not Do What I Have Done

  If thou couldst know what 'tis to weep,
  To weep unpitied and alone,

  15 lines
• To William Lamb

  Yes, I adore thee, William Lamb,
  But hate to hear thee say God d---:

  4 lines
• Waters of Elle! thy limpid streams are flowing,

  Waters of Elle! thy limpid streams are flowing,
  smooth and untroubled, through the flow'ry vale:

  24 lines
• Weep For What Thou'st Lost

  Weep for what thou'st lost, love--
  Weep for what thou'st done--

  16 lines
• William Lamb's Return From Paris: Asking Me My Wish

  You ask my wish--the boon I crave,
  O grant it--leave me what I have:

  12 lines, 2 comments
• Would I Had Seen Thee Dead And Cold

  Would I had seen thee dead and cold,
  In thy lone grave asleep,

  18 lines

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